In the period when the Confucian tradition ruled the society, filial piety was the most advocated virtue, just like the salted egg that Fan Confucianism said, in ancient times the rule was that the elderly could eat it, and the children could not eat it, and this rule was even more binding than the law in ancient times. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Yao heard that the eldest brother began to reminisce about the past, and he vaguely guessed the meaning of the eldest brother in his heart, he was trying his best to push himself to the side of the court, he still imagined that the Fan family would always be a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty until the end of the world.

But how could Fan Yao turn back? He didn't want to turn back! At this moment, he just felt that there was a stone blocking his heart, and he couldn't breathe heavily.

Fan Ru's expression became extremely regretful, "I know, I know you have no way out...... Forget it, let's not talk about it, I'll ask you one more thing before I die, okay......?

When Fan Yao heard this, he hurriedly said, "Big brother, you said, as long as I can do it, I will do it desperately!"

The eyes of the old woman in the room and Fan Ru's sons and daughters-in-law all lit up, and Fan Ru stretched out his hand and pointed at the children, "Don't kneel down for your second uncle!"

With a bang, everyone inside and outside the house knelt down.

"Fan Yao! I know that you have great ability, and you have your back against that aunt, and there are few people in the Qing Dynasty who can compare with you! I beg you, find some errands for these nephews and grandchildren!"

"They are not business materials, let them be petty officials, my little family property is you to operate, whatever you spend......"

What else can Fan Yao say to wipe his tears, "I care, I must care, whether the family is divided or not, the bloodline is still a bloodline......"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Ruyou grabbed Fan Ru's sleeve deadly, "Remember, what I want is for them to be officials of the Qing Dynasty! Not your overseas officials, I will never let my children and grandchildren insult their ancestors!"

There was a click, and Fan Yao's heart thundered, and his face turned pale. I see, it turns out that until now, before you die, you still look down on me, do you still think that I betrayed the Qing Dynasty with Xiao Letian and insulted my ancestors?

Then why do you still come to beg me? I am the old shopkeeper of the Chinese nationality, what kind of bullshit Qing Dynasty are you asking me for!

When Mrs. Fan Ru saw that her brother-in-law's face was not good, and then looked at the pleading expressions of the children around her, she also let out her mouth and knelt on the ground and cried out, "Woo woo...... My own uncle! For the sake of your eldest brother, you can help us! Without your eldest brother's support, we orphans and widows really can't support such a big family! There are not a few officials who are covered, and we must not be bullied ......to death in the future."

The old woman's cry was a signal, and almost everyone inside and outside the room cried loudly, as if Fan Ru had already lost his breath at this moment.

Fan Yao's whole person was turned around, and Fan Ru in his arms kept saying "Don't forget your grandfather's teachings, don't forget your father's entrustment, don't insult your ancestors......"

There was another group of people crying and wiping their tears, and the noisy sound waves pierced the eardrums, and the ** was about to boil.

Until the end, Fan Yao couldn't help it, he wiped a handful of tears with his palm and yelled, "Okay, don't cry......!"

One sentence immediately made this group of people happy, Xiao Letian's father-in-law nodded and agreed, the queen mother and the prince have to give face, now it's okay, everyone has officials to do it.

For a while, people forgot about Fan Ru on the sickbed, and one after another smiled happily! The old woman who started the story stood up, patted the soil on her knees, and said with a smile, "I'll make breakfast for my uncle, and I'll make wine for my uncle......

But at this moment, Fan Ru in his arms suddenly became emotional, as if the words just now had exhausted all his energy, his face suddenly turned from flushed to sallow, and all he roared in his throat was out of breath and no more air in.

"Big brother, big brother...... Fan Hao hurriedly pinched the people and shouted loudly, and now everyone panicked, and people pushed the doctor to rush up.

At this moment, it is Lord Yama who has come to collect people, even if he invites the imperial doctor, he is weak, and the famous doctor of Taiyuan City can only shake his head when he sees this posture, "Prepare for the future, now it is a thousand-year-old ginseng who can't save it......"

At this moment, Fan Ru suddenly erupted, he grabbed his brother as if he was about to get up, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to be looking at some figure in the void.

"Your Majesty...... I am a loyal minister, Fan Ru!"

"Loyal to the king...... Loyal Monarch......"

Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of turbid air erupted, Fan Ru's head tilted, and he fell directly into his brother's arms, and thus passed away.

The cry of the Fan family's mansion shook the sky, all the lanterns were wrapped in white cloth, the couplets and door gods were also pasted with a layer of white paper, the paper flowers and filial piety clothes were white, and the mourning music played announced the death of the head of the Fan family to the four towns and eight miles.

Fan Ru left, with the dream of loyalty and patriotism, in that dream, the Qing Dynasty is thousands of years old, and it will never die, just look at him until he dies and is unwilling to let his children go to the Chinese to be officials, and he still stubbornly goes to the Qing Dynasty to drill, which has proved his stubbornness.

Fan Yao sat in a corner of the mourning hall like a puppet, watching his nephews and nephews manage the eldest brother's future life little by little, his tears had dried up, and his sad emotions had long been replaced by endless disappointment.

"Uncle, do you know what kind of people you are going to face? Is this Qing Dynasty really so easy to overthrow? Look at my eldest brother, how can his lifelong dream change because of you, these people are already lost here!"

"No, I have to tell my uncle everything that happened today, and I have to give him a wake-up!"

Fan Yao's telegram was sent into Taiyuan City late at night by Qiu Ye with four CIA officials, and the scenes that had happened in the past few days were quickly converted into electrical signals and sent to the Ryukyu headquarters in the form of a special cipher.

Now only the headquarters of the CIA in the Ryukyus knew where the prime minister was, and the message was encrypted again and sent to Shanghai, and when the telegram arrived at the Shanghai dock, the Zhiyuan was already on the verge of going to sea.

The fastest steamer caught up with the Zhiyuan and telegraphed Fan to Xiao Lotian at the last minute.

"What? Fan Ru died? So fast? Didn't you say that there are still a few months to survive?" "Anyway, Fan Ru is also the uncle of the tiger girl, and he is also related to Xiao Letian, no matter how many conflicts there are before, death is greater.

"Come on, prepare the sacrificial things, I want to sacrifice Fan Ru on the Zhiyuan!"